Heart Ties (Club Ties Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

but he had reflexes on his side. He reached for his gun. Drake hooked an arm around his throat, yanking him upward and cutting off his air supply.
    With the Raider’s legs dangling off the cracked pavement, Drake felt along the man’s neck. Ah yes, he could find that special spot blindfolded and in the dark. He pressed, and the man crumpled.
    Drake let him drop to the pavement. He pocketed the man’s cell and handgun. Then he grabbed the man’s boots and began to drag him. Across the road, toward the metal garbage containers outside the auto body shop.
    No one was watching as Drake hefted the guy up and into the open container. He’d wake surrounded by takeout food containers and boxes.
    Drake jogged back to the block wall and continued around the other side. From here he had a view of the back door of the club—his heart stopped—and a lush backside of a woman he’d dreamed about last night and every night since he’d kidnapped her.
    His pulse rate increased. Besides having a round, sexy ass and hips he wanted to grip and pound into, her waist was slender, her tanned legs exposed by short shorts.
    Her long hair was off her neck in a messy ponytail, revealing a succulent neck that would star in tonight’s dreams. He darted a look around to see if anyone was nearby, plotting a jump over the wall, then the fence. Making it back over the fence and wall with a woman thrown over his shoulder would be more difficult.
    She kept her back to him, shoulders slumping a little.
    What was she doing? She could have come out to have a cigarette, but he didn’t see any smoke. She was just…standing there.
    He clenched his fist and listened to his own heartbeat. Seconds passed and then she moved. Scrubbing her hands over her face.
    Jesus, was she crying? Fuck, his concentration was broken. He struggled to focus on his surroundings, on any men approaching or even the guy crawling out of the trash bin.
    Drake stared at her, sweet innocence trapped with an enemy. She might call the Raiders her family, but they scared her. The way she’d flinched, cowered, refused to drag her gaze off the floor—
    The club door opened and a man dressed all in black came out. Not the leader he now knew was called Lucky, or any man Drake recognized.
    He walked right up to Delta and grabbed her. Arms around her waist, pulling her against his body.
    Drake’s teeth made a gnashing noise.
    Delta didn’t relax into the man’s hold. No, the muscle of her thighs tightened inch by slow inch until a scrumptious crease appeared on the leg closest to him.
    Damn if he didn’t want to lick that line.
    And he wanted to kill the man with his arms around Delta, namely because she didn’t welcome it. Drake had spent years observing situations, and that tightened muscle said a lot.
    He gripped the block wall, and some of the stone crumbled. From here, he couldn’t hear their conversation. What was that fucking bastard saying to her?
    She nodded, but so slightly that the movement of her hair was the only indication to Drake. The guy released her, but Delta’s body language spoke volumes. She remained tense.
    Then the man latched onto her arm and led her back inside.
    When Drake was alerted to a rough breathing noise, he realized it was coming from him. He dragged a deep breath through his nose to focus again. Dammit, those assholes weren’t going to let her out of their sight.
    Drake needed to think up a plan. He needed to get her out of there.
    While his brain worked over every detail of what he’d seen, his body went into autopilot. Before he knew it, he was at his bike parked several blocks away.
    When he climbed on and started the engine, the memory of Delta pressed close to him flooded his mind. His cock jerked behind his fly, and a low burn took up residence in his stomach. For two nights he’d watched her, wanted her.
    She’d just been reunited with a sister she’d never seen before, and out of respect for her emotional uproar, Drake hadn’t run his